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Lowering her mouth from Madhukhar's knob she lapped his balls lewdly looking him right in the eye letting him see her acceptance of his abuse. Showing him she was willing to be spoken to like a whore she licked lower and began to clean his asshole with her worthless tongue.
The nerdy teacher squatted over her face giving her more access to his bung hole. Kiara licked him clean as cum dribbled down her face and his balls pressed down onto her nose.
This was the most mortifying experience of her life. On all fours she licked a man's ass, a man she had always felt to be her inferior, while his jism drizzled down her face.
Then to make it more vulgar Suman once more fitted his manhood into her slit and began to fuck her upturned, eager pussy.
Madhukhar staggered away, finished with her. Suman hammered into her making her whimper with pain filled pleasure. Kiara spat out lint and other matter she didn't care to think about as she winced from how hard Suman was driving himself into her tender little pussy.
Before it got too bad Suman pulled out and moved to her face. Kneeling, ready to receive another disgrace Kiara tilted back her face and held out her tongue for his load. Suman jerked off while pressing his knob on her outstretched tongue.
When he erupted his cum went right across her tongue and into her mouth. Then he began to aim his spurts around her face, making sure to spray all over her visage. Accepting her befoulment with humility Kiara knelt before him patiently as Suman squeezed every drop of his seed onto her skin.
When Suman drifted away Kiara felt fatigue settle into her body. Feeling faint from her ordeal she scrambled to the bed and flopped down on it spread eagle on her back. Not caring if the men stared at her nudity she felt utterly bare before them having allowed them to taint her totally with their defilement.
But she had forgotten something. Someone. Kiara saw a shadow blocking the light and opened her eyes.
Ilya was standing over her with his huge erection in his hand.
"I'm not finished Kiara."
Stunned, she lay unmoving as he crawled up onto the bed between her legs and proceeded to aim his enormous cock at her abused slot once more. Kiara lay passively, too tired to protest, trembling with the afterglow of more orgasms than she had ever had in such a short amount of time.
Ilya pressed his hot knob to her slick opening and eased the tip between her swollen lips. His cock looked to be the size of her calf. Sprawled weakly on the bed she tried to relax and accept him inside once more.
As his massive member pried her open Kiara felt the pleasure of being opened, the heat of being stretched wide, then the searing intensity of his huge knob opening her raw pussy as wide as possible.
Fascinated, she saw her tiny lips spread endlessly around him and her petite body accepting that mammoth tube of meat. When his cockhead popped past her outer ring of muscle Kiara felt relief. When she saw his pole disappear inside and her flat tummy bulge where he filled her she began to climax.
More and more Ilya fed his mighty tool into her churning insides. Kiara's climax was powerful but her body was too weak to be tense. Feebly she lay supine, panting, as she allowed him to stuff as much of himself into her tiny body as he could.
When he felt resistance and saw her wincing with pain Ilya pulled out. His knob scraped the sensitive skin of her vagina driving her wild with stimulation. It hurt but it was the best kind of hurt imaginable.
This was the hurt of total satisfaction.
When Ilya pressed back into her Kiara found herself trembling with lust. Her orgasm intensified and she reached up for his arms as an anchor to keep her from passing out.
Then he pulled back and she enjoyed feeling hollow and desolate because she knew soon he would fill her up once more. When he did, Kiara felt a spasm of sharp hunger. Kiara wanted all of Ilya, not just the meager amount of him she took earlier in the evening. Kiara needed to be filled by him... all of him.
Spreading her legs wider she held herself open for him.
"Come on fuck me. Fill me up big man. I want it all." she urged. "Do it. Fuck me hard."
Ilya grunted and thrust deeper making her gasp as places inside were expanded wider than ever before. Clenching shut her eyes Kiara focused on opening herself for him. Sweating and moaning she held her legs open with her hands and bent her will to relax her pussy for him.
Over and over Ilya shoved himself deep into Kiara and she whined and mewled her need, begging him to fill her with all of himself.
"More. I want it all. Please!"
Kiara's firm flat tummy was distended with the amount of cock crammed inside. Whimpering she shook from head to toe with spasms of orgasmic anguish. With each of Ilya's lunges into her Kiara pried open her eyes to see how much of him remained outside her clasping pussy.
Inch after inch she accommodated more of his girth inside her overtaxed vagina but he still had two inches of mammoth shaft left to cram inside. Tears seeped from her eyes as frustration and discomfort mixed with the overwhelming tension of her continuous climax.
"Don't stop Ilya. Do not stop until it's all inside me." She hissed.
Obediently Ilya shoved forward deeper into her tightness and Kiara lost herself in merciless bliss. Falling back on the bed she began to quake with the most violent orgasm yet. Her exhausted body vibrates violently from head to toe as Kiara loses herself in exquisite torment.
Painfully aware of what Ilya was doing, Kiara was helpless to pull her mind from the lacerating loop of pain/pleasure she was in. Her body converted the sting of being stretched into the lash of delight as fast as it could but periodically her brain couldn't make the switch fast enough and pain flared in her core making her cry out with distress.
Then eventually the obsession to take satisfaction from her abuse would take over and transform what seemed unbearable and exploitative into something ecstatic and amazing. When this happened her mind would thrill with the delight she achieved bliss in the midst of defilement.
Prying open her eyes once more she saw that all of Ilya's cock was now wedged inside her tiny body. In the brief glimpse she took of his belly pressed to her shaved mound, her lips stretched wide, her belly bulging with his girth Kiara gasped and exploded in profound rapture.
Darkness enveloped her mind and Kiara saw nothing. Feeling only tingling needles of ecstasy stabbing into her body from every nerve in her overwrought sex she blindly fell into the deepest layers of pleasure.
Time was meaningless and the world a distant memory as her cunt was pierced exquisitely with throbbing delight. Hands groped her breasts, enriching her orgasm with more stimulation. This goaded her further. Kiara followed the pleasure and chased the nightmare of hedonistic gratification down into the darkest part of her soul.
Deep inside where she had never looked Kiara found a part of herself she hadn't known existed. This vile part of her reveled in her repugnant behavior. It had long wanted her to explore this side of herself. The darkness relished being the plaything of these men. The grasping, insatiable demon inside wanted more depravity, more humiliation.
Kiara looked deep inside herself at this creature she found and chose then to reject it. There was no love here, no compassion. Kiara was a being of light and love which was why Kanna's betrayal had hurt so much. It was his actions that had driven her to this sordid place.
In the midst of the most powerful orgasm of her life Kiara faced her darkest self and shunned it. This one night she would indulge it and take pleasure from her abuse, urging it on, but after this there was no more need to challenge her sanity with self-abuse.
Kiara found she was stronger than she thought and that she was not broken by her humiliation. Rather she found it liberating to know she could defile herself utterly and come out of it stronger for having done so.
Opening her eyes she was just in time to witness the next part of her journey.
Ilya wrenched himself from her gaping slot and spilled a huge load of sperm onto her heaving stomach. Gouts of thick jism spilled onto her soft skin, pooling in her tiny belly button and splashing over her abdominals.
Quaking with the aftershocks of euphoria Kiara watched dispassionately as the big man sully her beautiful body with his seed. After her own climax and the discovery of her inner demon she no longer cared about what these men thought or did.
Stained from top to bottom in sperm Kiara lay back on the bed contentedly. They had given her everything they had and she was whole and safe in the end. They had tried to take everything from her pillaging the beauty of her form but never touching the steel of her being.
Smiling contentedly Kiara watched them dress as she sprawled uncaringly. They looked at her, besmirched and soiled. Whatever they thought of her mattered no more than the passing of the wind. Kiara was free. She had saved her travel money and taken more abuse than she imagined she would have to face in a strange, scary, new city.
The men all took a moment to study her one last time as they passed out the door. In the hall Kanna peered past them as they left trying to see her on the bed.
Kiara forced her fatigued body to rise and go to the door as Ilya, the last to leave, reached the exit. Damp and glistening from sweat and sperm Kiara pushed the door closed behind Ilya not giving Kanna the satisfaction of seeing her so utterly desecrated.
His eyes tried to find hers to beseech her forgiveness but that door, as well as the physical one to their apartment, was closed to him forever.
Kiara locked it and went to the shower to wash off her humiliation but her soul was already becoming clean. By the time she was finished scrubbing the taint from her skin Kiara felt happy and sleepy.
She went to bed and dreamed of the other phone calls she had made with Kanna's phone. Her trip to Mumbai was booked for three days from now. Soon she would be where she was meant to be.
That had been the best and worse experience of her life and she would never forget being so wonderfully, satisfyingly fucked.
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